Tuesday, March 27, 2018
The Grandmothers of my night dreams, old women rapped in wool shawls and bright blankets, their black eyes gleaming in the firelight, never use long sentences where three words will do.
Lately, it’s been, “Sit and settle.”
I think of Lao Tzu’s admonishment to be still and let our mud settle, consider what we should or should not “settle” for, remember how I did not fight for a fair settlement when divorce was desired. I wonder about settlers and settlements, ideas of staying put, settling down, settling in for a long and unavoidable wait. . . .
I turn back to the Grandmothers full of questions.
One of the oldest speaks before I make a sound. “Oriah.” I turn to her and she speaks slowly as if to someone hard of hearing. I hear the sigh behind her words and see her small smile.
“Sit and settle.” ~Oriah (from a dream last night)
Another beautiful sunrise photo from Karen Davis at Open Door Dreaming.